Ain't that always the way. Always a hair away from death. Always lurking around the next corner, the next job, the next risky docking to resupply. Izzy knows he'll have to be more alert than ever. Edward may seem like he has his head back in the game but he's hurting. And that makes him like a wild animal.

Unpredictable and extremely dangerous.

A sigh, looking to change the subject. There's no use being upset about ghosts.

Which is, of course, all that's waiting for him back in England and the only hope he'd have at the end of a hangman's noose.

"I don't know, why don't we do something fun. Let our hair down a little."

Yes, a great idea.

"Let's find ourselves a little ship and let loose. Kill 'em all and lock the helm towards land. Remind everyone who we are, ay? That'll cheer you up."